Short Story: Witch Hunts

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Jake started to open fire out of pure fear, the monsters seem to notice us now. "You can't do anything. . . Not now." My mind reminded me over and over. My body ached for me to save them, give them instructions, something. The monsters wings were battered and had holes. Probably from previous fights, it gaping maw was filled with fangs. Sharp rows of teeth, its eyes were the size of my fist and purely red with rage. The shoots had ceased and only to be filled with running feet. I looked around and the kids were gone. Darted off, Nico chain left a small train behind him. I ran for it, kicking up dirt in my path. My lungs didn't ache now but my back was in shambles. The kids left without even a warning. God, they could be dead by now. …show more content…

The demon slowly kept its distance from Nico. My mind reeled. . . This isn't our fight. It's his. The demons seem to over become aggravated with guns and the swords and hatchets are to risky. Nothing seems to get a secure grip and pierce their skin at the same time like the whip. "Nico, We're going to have to lay low. Nothing we do is working." I warn him as we back away from his range. Each time a demon came close he moved his weapon so quickly. I don't even know what he was doing, some technique. . . Really skilled but to me it looked like circles and kicks at sonic speed. The demons can't seem to recover as each blow seems to have a cycle of ten more blows. The body of the monsters were severely damaged. Limbs slowly being cut through in a vicious cycle as they try to get closer to him as he was now the main threat. No doubt, there were cameras in here. . . Someplace, watching and observing. Nico chain seemed to accelerate and he rapidly wraps the chain around a demons body. Other demons took that as a chance and got closer. Clawing at his sides before he strikes them. The demons seem hesitant and retreats. They'll probably be back once they recovered. Hopefully, that's when we leave. Nico whip is still striking some of them as they try to take flight, bringing them back down and delivering probably over 50 hits. Their wings were battered and a pool of black goo surrounded him. Nico quickly puts up the chain and I'm left incredibly speechless. "How? You didn't. . . You couldn't have that much time to practice!" I whispered. "When I can't sleep which is most days and when you're asleep. I only learned small basics from the handbook." Nico said. This trip might not be the death of us after